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Thinker

Each time I fantasize
I grab all weights
With the tip of my glove
And my eyes sees,
Through the dark galaxies.

I turn minds into birds
Mine into jets
Stretching gravity
Swimming in the sky…
In fact, I do everything.

In my imaginations
I walk through its walls
To the end of my choice
Where, gates have no fence
And nonsense has a sense..

Each time I fantasize
I don’t create obstacles
To impede my abilities
In an unlimited world
Of possible impossibilities.

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Haiku of bumps

Belle bump is fun,
Wait till you see the world,
White at the other side.

Belle bump is fun,
One two, a child’s born.
Oh! sing him a song.

Three four, the eyes blinks…
Begs to see forevermore.
Believe déjà vu…

Five six, the rain drops
Falls on all it come across,
Life is wet and dry..

Season will change
Generations will repeat
Grow you are its pride.

Paradox of results

I prefer daydreaming maybe… but,
I have written so many examinations
In which I have failed a number of times
Inside of me I felt I had passed… But,
In front of the result sheets are flying Fs
Infact I’ve got copies of such experiences.
In me there is more to my yesterdays
Irrespective of what tomorrow do brings
I imitate not for creativity is my ability… But,
In situations I expected failures
I had good grades of excellence
I am not a definition of past results
In it is but a paradox of my abilities.

Imitation is limitation

Moments when I was a boy,
My parents will say to me,
Son eat and when you grow,
Be great, grow into a surgeon…
Anita heal wounds, even with a smile.

Maybe it’s why most wishes are lifeless toy…
My parents will always say to me,
Son lanterns lit shall always glow,
Be great, you are tomorrows future…
Andy has walked several miles.

Motivated away from imitation coil,
Myself and I had to make the most of me,
Souls all have an independent flow,
By myself I chose, a different brochure…
And life is what I make of mine.

My ways

Born in pan on a coal
Bubbling, my ways maybe slow
But I have a tiny big goal
Blasting to rise and grow,
Beyond apex and the usual toes,
But hey, don’t tell me to go
Building bricks where the crowd does.

In the direction of waves.
Inside or out, I don’t move
I don’t see that often seen
In the eyes of many man…
Incase you don’t know, drop a stone on me
And watch me spread my ways
As ripples do over the waters.

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